"Hurry up, kids. We're going to be late if we don't hit the road now," I said, specifically to Zarra. She had been making one excuse after another, dragging her feet the entire morning.
Sometimes, Monday blues hit them hard too.
I glanced at my smartwatch.
7:40 a.m.
We were already fifteen minutes behind schedule.
I started the engine and let Zayn settle into the back seat first before going back inside to get Zarra, who was still struggling to put on her socks and shoes.
"Come on, darling. Let Mama help you, okay?"
I tried my best not to get mad in the morning, so I gently pulled the sock from her hands, slipped it onto her foot, then helped her put on her shoes.
"There. Let's go."
I held her hand, but she still refused to move. Fine. I had no choice but to lift her up and carry
